Private Hell

Give away another memory
Move another tomb
Painted words hooked on the walls
Echoing untrue
（I feel cold）

You rarely find them to begin
aboundPromises

Maybe Im afraid
To let you all the way in
（I guess so）

I excuse myself
Im used to my little cell
I amuse myself
In my very own private hell
I excuse myself
Im used to my little cell
I amuse myself
In my very own private hell
Lately Im beside myself
Pretending unconcerned
Standing at a corner
Where I threw you on a turn
（Ill move on）
Flowers on a cross remain
Mark an ending scene
Damn it, all this blood you spilled
Turned the grass more green
（Life is short）
I excuse myself
Im used to my little cell
I amuse myself
In my very own private hell
I excuse myself
Im used to my little cell
I amuse myself
In my very own private hell
I amuse myself
In my very own private hell